[One-Shot] An imperfect design
Title: An Imperfect Design
Author: kira_shadow
Fandom: Kis-my-Ft2
Pairings: read and find out (sorry, it's for the sake of the fic ;)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Unbeta-ed, short, may contain mild adult themes
Disclaimer: Real Person Slash, I do not own them.
Dedicated to: Camilla sweetmilano90. I promised you when we were still in Japan. This isn't actually the one I planned to write for you but uh...it was finished earlier? XD
“An Imperfect Design”
They are actually a perfect mismatch. Something that should have never happened. A line that should never have been crossed. But as often in life, you couldn’t leave things that were ‘forbidden’ or ‘taboo’ alone. Rules are meant to be, not quite broken but at least challenged.
It’s not the fact that his hands trace out the form of a fellow male. Not the fact that he finds these edges far more attractive than the curves of a woman. It’s because they are who they are. They had talked about stopping this before. Talked about not seeing each other anymore. They had said it would be easy to do it. Easier than with other people around them. People that should stay oblivious about what they were doing. It hadn’t worked. Although their schedules clashed like day and night, they found ways to meet each other. They found the time to exchange needy kisses, found the time to shove each other into an empty room, against the wall and sometimes, onto a bed.
He knows that he’s not the one the other really wants. But he knows that despite that, the other knows that he’s not that certain other. He’s someone else. It happened once before that the other had moaned the other’s name instead of his. He’d ignored it…but the other had apologized to him so profusely it had made his heart warm just a little bit. Their relationship is imperfect but this way, it’s just right for them. It’s what they wanted.
When they met for the first time, neither of them would ever have guessed that things would end up like this. They had been introduced to each other by someone who was close to both of them, still was. That certain ‘other’ person. They had gotten along well right from the start, formed a tentative friendship that outlasted the short time that they worked together.
He’d join the other from time to time, when the other hung out with his friends. Sometimes those friends would ditch them and they would be left alone. That was how they had gotten closer to each other. Going out to go shopping or to hang out somewhere… it got more and more frequent. Also, long phone calls or mail exchanges were no rare occurrences.
One day, when they went out to a shopping center again, a spark between them had been lit. He’d been changing into a new set of clothes. It was intended to be a birthday present for his brother. They had the same size so he could rest assured that the things would fit when he tried them on. He’d asked the other for his opinion, lifting the long curtain of the changing room a bit for the other to see. A second later, he hadn’t been alone in the cabin any longer. Slender bodies pressed together tightly, they’d stood there, gazing into each other’s eyes for a few moments, before their lips had met in a wild, bruising kiss.
Before this, he’d never really noticed the sexual tension that had started to build up between them over time. He hadn’t realized when their friendship had turned into something like this. But he didn’t mind one bit when it did. And neither did the other.
The aftermath of their first time together in a shady karaoke box is a little awkward. It takes them a few tries to speak to each other again, to look into each other’s eyes. When they finally do, they know that this is not a ‘perfect thing’. There are many flaws, many dangers…many reasons why they shouldn’t have done this, shouldn’t continue. As imperfect as it had been and still was… they had embraced it and kept going. Who needed perfection anyways?
He looks at the drawing lying in front of him and puts down the pencil to inspect it a little better. It shows two halves that form a heart…but they don’t quite fit together perfectly. There are a few rough edges and kinks which make the heart a little misshapen. But nevertheless, it’s still a heart.
“You’re even more of a workaholic than your brother says…” a voice speaks up from behind him and he shivers when a pair of lips kisses the nape of his neck.
“It’s not for university…I just…wanted to draw this. I was in the mood…”
“So…what is it? Okay well, a heart but…I know enough about art and design to know that things are rarely ever what they seem to be. So, care to explain?” an arm is wrapped around him.
He smiles and simply states, “This is us.”
“How?”
“It’s the person who looks at the piece of art to interpret it, Wataru…”
A smile appears on the other’s lips, he can’t see it but he can feel it against his skin. “I see. How about I give you a practical interpretation? We still have some time left before I have to go, right?”
He doesn’t need to be told twice. It’s rare that he gets to have the other over at his house. Gets to have the house all for himself for a few hours. “Is the bed still warm?”
“You’re a brat, Yuusuke…a well behaved one but still a brat.”
Yuusuke grins and turns around to shove Wataru back down onto the mattress. “I know,” he says with a twinkle of mirth in his eyes. “I was raised that way.”
Who cares if it’s an imperfect design… as long as it fits in the right places and works, it’s good enough.
Author: kira_shadow
Fandom: Kis-my-Ft2
Pairings: read and find out (sorry, it's for the sake of the fic ;)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Unbeta-ed, short, may contain mild adult themes
Disclaimer: Real Person Slash, I do not own them.
Dedicated to: Camilla sweetmilano90. I promised you when we were still in Japan. This isn't actually the one I planned to write for you but uh...it was finished earlier? XD
“An Imperfect Design”
They are actually a perfect mismatch. Something that should have never happened. A line that should never have been crossed. But as often in life, you couldn’t leave things that were ‘forbidden’ or ‘taboo’ alone. Rules are meant to be, not quite broken but at least challenged.
It’s not the fact that his hands trace out the form of a fellow male. Not the fact that he finds these edges far more attractive than the curves of a woman. It’s because they are who they are. They had talked about stopping this before. Talked about not seeing each other anymore. They had said it would be easy to do it. Easier than with other people around them. People that should stay oblivious about what they were doing. It hadn’t worked. Although their schedules clashed like day and night, they found ways to meet each other. They found the time to exchange needy kisses, found the time to shove each other into an empty room, against the wall and sometimes, onto a bed.
He knows that he’s not the one the other really wants. But he knows that despite that, the other knows that he’s not that certain other. He’s someone else. It happened once before that the other had moaned the other’s name instead of his. He’d ignored it…but the other had apologized to him so profusely it had made his heart warm just a little bit. Their relationship is imperfect but this way, it’s just right for them. It’s what they wanted.
When they met for the first time, neither of them would ever have guessed that things would end up like this. They had been introduced to each other by someone who was close to both of them, still was. That certain ‘other’ person. They had gotten along well right from the start, formed a tentative friendship that outlasted the short time that they worked together.
He’d join the other from time to time, when the other hung out with his friends. Sometimes those friends would ditch them and they would be left alone. That was how they had gotten closer to each other. Going out to go shopping or to hang out somewhere… it got more and more frequent. Also, long phone calls or mail exchanges were no rare occurrences.
One day, when they went out to a shopping center again, a spark between them had been lit. He’d been changing into a new set of clothes. It was intended to be a birthday present for his brother. They had the same size so he could rest assured that the things would fit when he tried them on. He’d asked the other for his opinion, lifting the long curtain of the changing room a bit for the other to see. A second later, he hadn’t been alone in the cabin any longer. Slender bodies pressed together tightly, they’d stood there, gazing into each other’s eyes for a few moments, before their lips had met in a wild, bruising kiss.
Before this, he’d never really noticed the sexual tension that had started to build up between them over time. He hadn’t realized when their friendship had turned into something like this. But he didn’t mind one bit when it did. And neither did the other.
The aftermath of their first time together in a shady karaoke box is a little awkward. It takes them a few tries to speak to each other again, to look into each other’s eyes. When they finally do, they know that this is not a ‘perfect thing’. There are many flaws, many dangers…many reasons why they shouldn’t have done this, shouldn’t continue. As imperfect as it had been and still was… they had embraced it and kept going. Who needed perfection anyways?
He looks at the drawing lying in front of him and puts down the pencil to inspect it a little better. It shows two halves that form a heart…but they don’t quite fit together perfectly. There are a few rough edges and kinks which make the heart a little misshapen. But nevertheless, it’s still a heart.
“You’re even more of a workaholic than your brother says…” a voice speaks up from behind him and he shivers when a pair of lips kisses the nape of his neck.
“It’s not for university…I just…wanted to draw this. I was in the mood…”
“So…what is it? Okay well, a heart but…I know enough about art and design to know that things are rarely ever what they seem to be. So, care to explain?” an arm is wrapped around him.
He smiles and simply states, “This is us.”
“How?”
“It’s the person who looks at the piece of art to interpret it, Wataru…”
A smile appears on the other’s lips, he can’t see it but he can feel it against his skin. “I see. How about I give you a practical interpretation? We still have some time left before I have to go, right?”
He doesn’t need to be told twice. It’s rare that he gets to have the other over at his house. Gets to have the house all for himself for a few hours. “Is the bed still warm?”
“You’re a brat, Yuusuke…a well behaved one but still a brat.”
Yuusuke grins and turns around to shove Wataru back down onto the mattress. “I know,” he says with a twinkle of mirth in his eyes. “I was raised that way.”
Who cares if it’s an imperfect design… as long as it fits in the right places and works, it’s good enough.